Once upon a time there was a big giant who was a baker who lived in a majestic castle stone castle. He loved working with flour and getting his hands messy. But there was always stealing his bread his name was Jack. He was not afraid of the giant. No matter how mucsly and hairy jack never cared. Henry was a peaceful giant and meant no harm I even tried to help him once but noooooo he sowed his respect by stealing my bread yes my bread.
One day while Henry was counting his bags of flour and Jack came
“How’s it going big G?”
“You’re not allowed here”
“Why not”
“Because you steal my bread and my flour”
“That’s not true”
“Security”
Yelled jack furiously two men in black emerged from the back of the bakery. Jack was scared so he tried to hide but the guard picked him up and licked him miles away. Thanks said Henry. Henry went back to work and noticed some missing bread. That TWIRP!!!! That was the last straw. Henry picked up his rifle loaded the barrel with bullets made of metal so thick that it would make you disgusted with horror and climbed down thee beanstalk muttering insults about jack the runt.
Jack was in town showing off how good he could he could make bred. Suddenly Henry jumped of the beanstalk into the town he aimed his rifle at jack and said “any last words” through gritted teeth “yeah actually your bread is terrible” BOOM Henry shot jack. The runt of a thieve was on the ground with a gigantic heart wound Henry took him home and had blood stew for tea blood stew is best served cold with salt.
Blue the colour of the yucky porta loo standing tall in the trailer park.
Brown the nice soft soil being scooped in the shovels metal scooper.
Red the tiny pohutukawa’s leaves getting ready to bloom for Christmas.
Green the luscious green grass in thee quiet peaceful meadow.
Orange In the deep ground were the thick clay lies beneath our feet in chunks.
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Once upon a time there was a big giant who was a baker who lived in a majestic castle stone castle. He loved working with flour and getting his hands messy. But there was always stealing his bread his name was Jack. He was not afraid of the giant. No matter how mucsly and hairy jack never cared. Henry was a peaceful giant and meant no harm I even tried to help him once but noooooo he sowed his respect by stealing my bread yes my bread.
One day while Henry was counting his bags of flour and Jack came
“How’s it going big G?”
“You’re not allowed here”
“Why not”
“Because you steal my bread and my flour”
“That’s not true”
“Security”
Yelled jack furiously two men in black emerged from the back of the bakery. Jack was scared so he tried to hide but the guard picked him up and licked him miles away. Thanks said Henry. Henry went back to work and noticed some missing bread. That TWIRP!!!! That was the last straw. Henry picked up his rifle loaded the barrel with bullets made of metal so thick that it would make you disgusted with horror and climbed down thee beanstalk muttering insults about jack the runt.
Jack was in town showing off how good he could he could make bred. Suddenly Henry jumped of the beanstalk into the town he aimed his rifle at jack and said “any last words” through gritted teeth “yeah actually your bread is terrible” BOOM Henry shot jack. The runt of a thieve was on the ground with a gigantic heart wound Henry took him home and had blood stew for tea blood stew is best served cold with salt.
So now who do you believe me or jack?
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